The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The bell rang at dawn. It was a low, brass sound that vibrated in the teeth, a sound that seemed to rise from the stone floor itself rather than the tower. I sat up. The air in the dormitory was cold and tasted of damp wool. My bones ached. This pain was old, a resident of my body longer than my name. I stood. My legs shook. They always shook. Across the room, Thomas was already moving. He did...

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